I came across a group of young men. They were sons of men setting out to hunting down their fathers. One of them saw the confusion in my eyes. He turned and walked towards me and as he did so he ripped off his shirt. Upon reaching me he turned and showed me he's back. The scars. They were so many. Some raised like leather ropes. Some bled still. And some, so deep i could see his soul. It too had scars. Without turning to me he said: 'these sins, they were no mine, yet, i carry the scars.' he started walking back to the group then, without turning his body he looked to his side. I saw a tear shimmer and he said 'why?'.
I joined them and we walked for a long time. We walked past a group of young women standing is small groups. Forms bent and twisted with bitterness. Angry. Violated. Pimped out by their own hearts. Betrayed by their own looks. Umbilical cords dangling. They fed off cover pages and scrounged for bits of gossip. They picked issues out of each others hair and ate them. I saw one who had a whole on her chest in the shape of her father. She walked on all fours and kept scraping her back on piles of rubbish trying to get filth to fill the gaping whole. The wound only festered. They were cackling at us as we past. Engrossed and repulsed by our presence. Some ripped off pieces of their flesh to feed us. While some hissed white fangs trying to devour us. Some groups of the women followed us wanting to join us although not all made it. Women walking in the footsteps of men, some collapsed, and some grew masculine deformities. A few chose their own path, growing strong, upright backs as they did so.
I walked with the young men for what seemed to be many generations. Some of us died along the way. Overcome with anger we turned on each other. We were tired and deluded. One young man thought that if he can inflict enough pain and bloodshed, he could use that to make his father out it. The women were not spared. Then suddenly, one made a sounding. He had spotted his father. His father and those like him were hiding is a vast forest behind tall trees, self hate and empty bottles. We darted into the forest. I heard pig-like squeal, i turned and saw the one who had showed me his scars pinning his father down. He was standing over his father chest raised eyes vexed. He then took all the father's sins that had been visited upon the son and shoved them deep into his fathers throat. Then, he took the shards of a broken home and cut off his father's manhood. The son became a man before his father. But he didn't stop, he disemboweled his father's corpse. Then, in a bizarre ritual, he donned his father's carcass. Like a garment till you could barely see him. All of them did that. Then, out of fear of themselves being hunted, the sons set out to hunt those that they themselves fathered... (To Be Cont.)
